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Tyler Steven Clark

Tyler Steven Clark

A band in Nantucket

There once was a man from Nantucket
Who sat out and played on his bucket
He was joined by a singer from Maine
Who’s blues so sweet, would make it rain
Together they’d play, nearly everyday
Until the flooded townsfolk chased them away

(2014)

#Blues #Funny #MaineNantucket #Short #Singing

Altre opere di Tyler Steven Clark...
A Blind Date

Both of them were late To their very first blind date He stumbled around outside While she struggled finding a ride But once they were together
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Hide and go seek

My shadow and I Once played hide and go seek I closed both eyes Not once did i peek I counted to the highest number
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Waiting for the moment

He wore a helmet every day And pads on each limb His biggest fear was the moment An idea would hit him
Hello from the moon

Hello is this Houston It’s the man on the moon Yah life up heres great And theirs plenty of room I’ve found no life
The witness

I just witnessed a crime what do… Do I tell the cops what I had to… But I’m afraid if I do I’ll get… Since one had looked at me Oh well here it goes
The Colors of Feeling

If red means anger And blue is sad White is pureness And yellow is glad What does orange mean
The door

There once was a boy Who was sent to the store He followed the path Till it led to a door The door was old
The hungry chair

In a corner alone Sat the chair with the teeth Locked away far From anyones reach If you sat down
the painter

It’s been a week Since I left my house The snows blocked me in And I can’t get out It’s really a bother
Don't miss the moon

They say if you shoot for the moon… You’ll just end up in the stars... But if stars are just burning gas The chances are you won’t get far.…
Jane and I yet again

Jane and I hatched yet another pl… A more simple machine that we coul… We built a sleigh our dog could to… We’d hook it up and away we’d go Higher around it the grass does gr…
Martin J and the month of May

Martin J, Martin J Simply loved the month of May March and April were to grey And nothing compared To his month of May
No armed boxer

He was deemed the greatest no arme… Before his first fight ever begun He may have lost every match But he’s the best, and only one
The sad man

The forest we know Once formed long ago From a man whos sorrows Brought tears that could grow He wandered earth
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The end

This poems the worst Nothing like the first My ideas are scattered about And the pages run out I’ve got better things to do



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